In the central place of every heart
there is a recording chamber.
So long as it receives a message
of beauty, hope, cheer, and courage --
so long are you young.
When the wires are all down
and our heart is covered
with the snow of pessimism
and the ice of cynicism,
then, and only then,
are you grown old.
LiFe Is LiKe PiAnO . . .
WhItE KeYs RePrESeNt HaPpInEsS & BlAcK OnEs ShoWs SaDnEsS . . .
BuT As U Go ThRoUgH LiFe . . .
ReMeMbEr ThAt
ThE BlAcK KeYs MaKe MuSiC ToO . . .
